Chapter 442 Prelude to Counterattack

What?

Gul'dan betrayed Orgrim?

For most league executives, this is an incredible thing. It was as if someone told them that Duke had betrayed Lothar, their first reaction was all absurd and ridiculous.

They come from the same line and have always cooperated closely.

How is it possible to do such a thing?

But the image in front of them made them believe it.

"This is the image sent by my subordinate Daniel risking his death."

The first thing that catches the eyes of the big guys is the huge sea and a desolate beach.

Most people were a little confused by the beach, but King Thoras Trollbane recognized the shore.

"Wanghai Cliff?"

"Yes!" Duke replied in the affirmative.

Wanghai Cliff is the Hinterlands. The sea became bigger in everyone's field of vision. Looking into the distance, one could see some ships sailing near the shore. It was the ugly color of a junk ship, and everyone recognized it as a Horde transport ship at a glance. The ships that brought the hateful Horde here from another continent.

Although Kul Tiras and the Bloodsail navy of the Stormwind Kingdom sank most of them to the bottom of the Great Sea, the remaining half still brought much destruction and death to the Alliance.

A large group of orcs were either on the beach or with their feet submerged in shallow water. They pulled the long oars with all their strength to move the boat. In the middle of each boat sits an ogre, beating a drum that represents the rhythm of exertion. The orcs followed the rhythm and pulled hard, sending the boat into the sea.

Seeing this, some generals have already spoken: "Their chief is leading an army to attack the city of Lordaeron, but they are in the Hinterlands. Hehe."

When they saw this, intriguing smiles appeared on the corners of everyone's mouths.

At this time, a red flying dragon flew by. Everyone recognized that it was the red dragon cavalry of the tribe. He was driving the red dragon and hovering in the air, as if he was observing the situation below.

Following the approaching direction of the red dragon, everyone saw a familiar figure on the first ship—Gul'dan, a demigod-level warlock.

Whether the league wants to admit it or not, this is a very dangerous guy. At least this guy had a record of losing both sides to Antonidas in South Sea Town. After Duke repeatedly emphasized that this guy was the culprit who conspired with Medivh to open the Dark Portal and sent millions of orcs. Gul'dan has always been a more terrifying and dangerous figure on the alliance's first enemy list than Warchief Orgrim.

At this time, Duke waved, and Ilucia, who had been staying behind Duke, stood up.

The orc dragoon reined in his mount, flew to the front of the ship and yelled at Gul'dan in Orcish.

Ilucia immediately translated: "What are you using these ships for?"

The dragoon continued to follow the ship with his mount, waving his free hand at the same time. The sorcerer king looked bewildered, raising his hands in bewilderment. The dragoons made Long Fei get closer to the boat, and shouted a few more words.

Ilucia continued to translate: "Turn the bow and go back! The main force of the chief is in Lordaeron, not on the other side of the sea!"

cried the dragoon again. Gul'dan still gestured that he couldn't hear clearly. This time when that guy flew directly to the top of the ship, less than 30 meters away from Warlock. Suddenly Gul'dan's hand stretched forward, two green rays, one shot at the chest of the dragoon, and the other shot at the red dragon.

Severe pain erupted on that person and the dragon at the same time.

The world around the dragoons turned black in an instant. It was a huge sphere of black magic energy. Obviously, this sphere was absorbing the lives of both of them at a high speed.

When the Dragoon fell from his saddle, the guy was a mummified corpse. And the red dragon was not much better, its huge body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was just that when it fell into the sea, it was suddenly caught by a huge net.

A few huge two-headed ogres fished up the barely struggling red dragon, beat it to death with a stick, and skillfully decomposed the red dragon's body on the deck. Apparently they do a lot of this kind of thing.

The video ends here.

Ilucia obediently retreated behind Duke, and Duke said, "This is the image from early this morning. In fact, since the army withdrew from Quel'Thalas, I have been letting Kurdran's People followed them from afar."

The Wildhammer King nodded.

There was a confident smile on Duke's face: "For the Horde, this kind of behavior is an out-and-out rebellion. Of course, we haven't got the final definite news on whether Gul'dan rebelled. But we It is certain that in the ensuing battle around the city of Lordaeron, the Horde will not receive any magical support. Yes! No warlocks! No scary double-headed ogre mages! There are just a group of people who only know how to wield axes and sticks Muscle bastard!"

"Haha! That's great! I can see those guys are upset. I can finally kill myself." The slightly rough Kurdran laughed with a dwarf-specific loud voice.

"If we can kill the main force of these two tribes, Stromgarde will be saved." King Solas breathed a sigh of relief.

Ryan clenched his fists more restrainedly. In fact, he was more eager than anyone else to destroy the tribe. The fall of Stormwind City was an eternal pain in his heart. As long as the tribe is not defeated, the Stormwind Kingdom located in the southern continent will never be able to restore its country.

Of course, Terenas is the happiest!

In the siege, he is the one who suffers the most. The vast territory of Lordaeron will be cut off, and then the various places will be ruined.

Terenas is still mature and steady: "Well, I suggest that the commander-in-chief Lothar be called urgently to discuss this matter."

"This is natural. I suggest to wait for the arrival of the commander-in-chief Lothar on the premise of consolidating the city defense." Duke's speech was naturally considered reasonable and was unanimously approved.

After the meeting ended, outside the venue, Duke waited for an unexpected person—Alsace, Prince of Lordaeron.

"Your Excellency Marcus, can I take a step to speak?"

Duke hesitated a little, but still nodded, and sat down in a side hall. Alsace spoke out as if venting his sulking.

"On the night I abandoned three thousand civilians, I received a long reprimand letter from my father. He scolded me for not learning how to be a king. A king should be people-oriented, although I think what my father said is right Yes, but I still think my decision that day was not wrong, there is no comparison between the lives of 3,000 civilians and the lives of 300,000 people."

Duke's voice was calm: "Do you love your father and your sister?"

"Of course!" Alsace said without thinking.

"Then what if the enemy captures your father and sister and forces you to choose only one to survive?"

"No! I will never let this kind of thing happen!" Alsace suddenly became angry.

"That's right, as a king, you must first avoid the worst situation from happening."